Logan to Government Centre

Greetings and Salutations. It is so so so so so (to the infinite power so) great to be back, you have no bloody idea. I am simply not the type of person who can live with no one but thier mother for three days straight, never straying more than like fifteen feet from her. Oh my God, I may kill myself. And by kill myself I mean stay out of the house for the next three days to compensate.

The trip could have been nice. I say could have because Boston is a very nice city, but I was sick, with my mother, and the weather was shitty. Thus the trip didn't work out so well.

And now, the chronicles of Boston:

I woke up at 2:30 am on Tuesday morning (if that even constitutes as morning) and after getting ready and making minor life-altering decisions and whatnot, mother and I departed from our humble abode, and took the God-awful, Devil's-hours drive to Akron. The plane departed, and after a crazy taxi drive (through a tunnel- that's right. Those damn East-coasters have all thier highways underground. The entrance to the 90 West tunnel was about 500 feet from our hotel... oh, how I longed to hijack a car and hope on that fourteen hour ribbon of paved goodness) arrived in our ancient hotel, complete with faux-reniasance music. Of course, we couldn't get a damn room until three, and it was nine. So we had a spot of breakfast and then wandered Newbury street, which is sort of their version of fifth avenue, only a) not nearly so glamourous b) filled with quaint little brownstones, all with stores in the basements, and c) saks fith avenue was actually on Boyelston.

Then I had to endure some more college nonsense, this time in the form of Boston University. I didn't like it very much. That's about all I really have to say about it.

After, we got dinner at this lovely little Italian/Persian restaurant (do not ask me where they got that combination from) that served the best brushetta I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying. AFter this, some spaghetti, and desert of persian ice cream... which tastes like roses... and is quite good, as odd as that sounds... we went back to the hotel and slept. Mind you, it was 7 pm. But, hell, we'd been up since 2:30.

So, day two- wednesday. Got up, and enjoyed a proper breakfast from starbucks. Forgot to get my mocha nonfat- knew it would be a bad day. We went to Boston College for a nice tour- it was nice, too, I wouldn't mind going there. The only problem is that downtown Boston is most accessable via T (thier version of the subway) and this stupid T has stops that are all rediculously close together. I mean, like, you stand at one stop, and you can see the next stop on the same line down the street. It's rediculous. Anyway, after that I was feeling ill again, so we went back to the hotel and I slept. It was lovely. Then for the evening, my father figure had booked us a lovely sunset cruise on the harbour. The one flaw of this plan was the fact that there was no sun due to immense cloud cover. The cruise was still nice, historically informative and all of that, but so damn cold.

After that we went to dinner at this nice seafood place. I have a picture of me actually consuming seaweed as an entree. Believe it or not (and i know you will all choose not) it was actually pretty good, as long as you had some rice to accompany it.

Then more sleep. Then today. Today we went on this thing known as a Boston Duck Tour, in which you climb into these fascinating little veichles which are boats with wheels, and yes, they can travel on land or water. So there was another tour, which was also not that bad, albeit super-touristy, and then back to this lovely mall they had there. It was vair vair Beachwood-esque. (there was also a place called Union Market that we sort of meandered through Wednesday night- it was like Crocker Park, only on a larger, less brand name scale. Maybe a bit more Legacy Village-y, come to think of it) I got some nice lip gloss from Sephora, for those who can appreciate that. So blaa blaa blaa, wandering shopping, some lunch, then to the airport.

Ah, Logan airport. I loathe it so. We waited there. For. Ev. Er. I'm not joking. Flight was due to leave at 6:15 or somehting- we didn't get out of there until at least 8:45. Got in at 10:45ish. Then the drive back and viola! I am here.

Basically the whole time there I was on computer frikin withdrawal. I am sooooo addicted to the internet. Okay, had I had at least one friend with me, or had I not been enough of a moron to leave the cell charger at home (thus meaning that the cell had to remain off when not in use) and had had communication with someone other than my mother, I probably would have been fine without it. But ack! There were all these places with wi-fi (making me wish I'd brought Abner with me) and the library was right down the street, not to mention this little place called copycop, where you oculd use computers- ack, I wanted to be socially connected to the world so badly. I'm a tool, I know.

And now I'm back, and really tired, and I don't even know if I have the energy to check myspace. I haven't eaten since our little lunch at two-ish. But it was a good lunch, of sliced tomatoes and mozzerella sprinkled iwth basil and olive oil. Yum Yum.

And I'm kind of angry that I got kicked off line at some point during my absense, and then returned, uploaded a new version of AIM, and cannot read any of the lovely IMs people may have left me. Currently the only ones there are two of caitlin pointing out that I beat her home because her dance recital was so long (yeah, but at least you're getting paid) and one of katie yelling at me for not calling. (Pssst, I didn't call because the phone was off most of the time, and when it was back on, I did't feel like talking where mother could hear.)

Random funny moment: so we were sitting in the airport, bored, right? And I was tired of reading Catch22 (which i finally finished on this trip) so I decided I needed a good Dane Cook session. I listened to the whole thing, laughing hysterically at random. The whole bloody gate thought I was insane. It was great.

I'm tired. Perhaps a go on myspace, then to bed.